“I leave to get a delivery and this is what I come back to. What in the name of Arceus is going on?”
The Pokemon stayed frozen for a couple minutes. Slowly they peaked out from behind their hands. When they saw that familiar blue glow on the basket and berries. Mewtwo was dumbstruck. Looking back and forth between the trainer and the mid air mess, they had no idea what to do now.
Rebecca sat there for a moment before snapping her fingers with an idea. She stood up out of the way of the basket and turned it over in mid air, gently pushing the scattered, floating berries back into the basket.
“There we go. No harm, no foul.”
“Hey! Why are ya bein’ such an asshole?!”
“One would think you’d be able to tell the difference between a Tepig and a hedgehog.”
The Pokemon noticed but not in time to jump out of the way. Especially with that bandaged hand making them have to crawl on just three limbs. Mewtwo yelped and instinctively raised their hands in front of their face to protect their self. But strangely the berries and the basket never came.
Rebecca vaguely wondered what the little Pokemon had yelped for before looking up. The expression on her face could only be described as ‘Holy crap’.
“Uhh… so your powers are back?”
To be honest, Sprocket wasn’t quite sure himself. Must have hit his head a bit hard during the crash.
“S-some words people s-say a lot. I d-don’t know how to ex, explain it. S-sorry.”
“Ah, a figure of speech?”
“S’okay, hun. No worries. Focus on recovering, ‘kay? Then you can think of all the expressions y’need.”
Rebecca sat back down on the tatami floor as Triton sniffed at her before settling back in her lap.
Despite the pain he did his best to put on a smile.
“N-nice to meet you Reb-becca. W-wish it was…”
“What’s t-that exp-pression?”
“Huh? What d’ya mean?”
The former champion had been unaware she was making any kind of face, having been focused on tending to the other.
Mewtwo hopped down to the ground. Figuring that’d make things easier for them. Sitting on the grass and watching as the Human tended to her hand. The Pokemon was oblivious to pretty much everything else.
When she was done wrapping her hand, her head bonked the post when she leaned back, forgetting the basket of Cheri berries was precariously perched on it. The basket wobbled before tipping over, the former champion unaware of the danger.
Mewtwo had no idea what she was talking about. Keeping quiet they kept on picking berries. Doing their best to be careful the Pokemon picked up their pace somewhat.
Rebecca worked quietly until the basket was full of Cheri berries and the trees were done with the week’s harvest. She balanced the basket on the orchard’s fence, going into the bag attached to the post for disinfectant and bandages.
She pulled her now reddened and irritated hand out of her pocket and dabbed the worse spots with the disinfectant, sitting against the post to wrap her hand in the bandages.
He had no idea what an orchard was. But that didn’t sound too far. Shivering out the rag’s touch he could at least do this.
“T-thanks. Umm, I’m Sprocket. W-what planet is t-this?”
"Gaia, last time I checked.”
“I’m Rebecca.”
The former champion gently dabbed the other’s forehead with the rag, sitting on her knees as she tended to him.
Mewtwo’s head drooped and the stopped picking. Instead focusing on hiding the their hand.
‘didn’t want you to know.’
“Well, once we get inside, we’ll match.”
She didn’t want to reveal what Cheri juice did to her skin just yet, not wanting to freak the little Pokemon out.
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